I have been meaning to do an epic post about the incredibly boss jacket Jeff got me for my birthday, and also how I am trying to bring back using "boss" as slang, and also "do me a solid." But in order to fully express the bossness of said jacket, which makes me look like I belong in a circa-1992 Sassy magazine, also known as My Sartorial Goal For All Time, I have to convince Jeff to do me a solid (see? sounds so natural) and take my picture, preferably in a series of catalog poses in front of public fountains and soft-focus lampposts.
So in the meantime, please enjoy the heart-warming sight of S. trying to eat a small dog:
S: OH HI BUSTER, CAN I GRAB YOU? PSYCHE! TOO LATE. WHAT'S THAT, A BALL?
Buster: [quiet resignation]
S: THIS LOOKS LIKE IT'S MADE OF RAINBOWS, CAN IT GO IN MY MOUTH?
Buster: [taciturn resistance]
S: WHY DO YOU DENY ME??????? I HATE YOU, AND LIFE!!!!!!!!!
Buster: [unfazed chewing]
S: IF I CAN'T HAVE YOUR BALL, I WILL HAVE TO EAT... YOUR BUTT!!!! (WAIT, THAT CAME OUT WRONG, YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN.)
S: DON'T BE MAD, THOUGH; I LOVE YOU. COME BACK TO ME?
Buster: [subtle bitchface]
S: YOU COMPLETE ME.
Buster: [Jerry Maguire? Really? You are your mother's son.]
Also! There is video, because I am an awesome parent.
Enjoy. Don't forget about the jacket, though. It's real, and it's spectacular.
P.S. Buster belongs to our awesome friends Alex and Christina. Check out his (Alex's, not Buster's, not that he couldn't do it, though, probably) totally boss short horror movie here.